dream about Spirit

I had a dream last night about the dead cat.

He just showed back up at the house looking all ragged but cancer free. Like the vets cured him after all and then just let him go, and it took him a week to make his way back. He looked at me like - what the fuck, dude? - had some chow and took a nap.

The other cats have stopped looking for him, though, and Katie is fine with everything, so all is good except for a bad dream. I would rather of had a dream of him romping somewhere, finally competent enough to climb a tree or sneak up on a bird. Oh well.